Yes, I know the story , from China long ago
Two lovers kept apart by chance, by mountains and by snow
Swallows heard their longing, Into the sky came thronging
And built a bridge just once each year, To dry away the lonely tear
And let the lovers meet again because their love was true.
She calls me late and early, and I’m glad to hear her voice
Other girls may live closer, but still she’d be my choice
The swallows fly along the wire, to build the bridge again
And bring us close, renew desire, and soothing for our pain
The message written quickly, and given wings to fly
My aching as I read your words, the echo of your sigh
The swallows fly with words of fire, to build the bridge again
And bring us close, renew desire, and soothing for our pain
Give me wings that I may fly, to carry me to your side
The longing I feel to be with you just cannot be denied
The swallows fly me ever higher, to build the bridge again
And bring us close, renew desire, and soothing for our pain |
Bridge of Swallows 
